Stuck Lyrics

My young one's stuck up in the hood, ain't have a place to go

Got him a cutter, now he take it everywhere he go

I swear love it ain't a thing, with all these ratchet hoes

I do struggle fighting demons, I been facing ghosts

My young one's stuck up in the hood, ain't have a place to go

Got him a cutter, now he take it everywhere he go

I swear love it ain't a thing, with all these ratchet hoes

I do struggle fighting demons, I been facing ghosts

They say love is a drug, glad I ain't overdose

I overthink, its like I drown when my brain overloads

I think its all of this cheese, cause now they're fuckin' with me

No you weren't here, so I aint calling you my older bro

No you weren't here, when I would call you ain't pick up the phone

No you weren't here, when I was freezing left me in the cold

Crazy how wanna be team, cah now they're seeing me gleam

But I remember back when none of these new faces showed

I ain't tryna say I'm perfect

I'm still tryna find my purpose

And to these bitches I been swerving

I don't want you out here hurting

My young one's stuck up in the hood, ain't have a place to go

Got him a cutter, now he take it everywhere he go

I swear love it ain't a thing, with all these ratchet hoes

I do struggle fighting demons, I been facing ghosts

My young one's stuck up in the hood, ain't have a place to go

Got him a cutter, now he take it everywhere he go

I swear love it ain't a thing, with all these ratchet hoes

I do struggle fighting demons, I been facing ghosts

No next yutes, just me and my bros

They ain't get left cah they're moving right

You should never go fuck with them hoes

She heard my tune, now she's catting for pipe

They say I'm up next, let the truth be told

It ain't bout waps when we aim for the sky

Yo how can I go cop gold, when bro's in the trap with Bobby and White?

I got this bad one saying she's vegan, fuck, she still wanna take this meat

Look, I might wack her no Ethan slide right through imma jeet and skeet

Bro's like Ferb, he don't do no speaking Tapped, he'll slap on a Bal and Jeet

And my haters rejected semen, all minor cah they're running me streams

Can't fuck with them man, they're fugazi

Real money men don't step parties, heard bro's army coulda got Nazi's

Bad barbie way she built Cardi, warya darling but I ain't Mali

Come roll with a geez, but it ain't Arrdee

They got bro on the wing, but he ain't Sané, so it's fuck Rallies

Look, they say the devil wears Prada, so when I'm up I'm copping dior

Can't splash no cash till a hundred racks

We check them tags when we hit them stores

Bro's 16 with a 4x4 in the streets, can't lack? Put faith in the lord

Can't fuck with them rats and whores

I could make 5 bands and I'll still want more

Cloud 9 shit, I'm flying abroad

Am I frassed? I'm screaming of course!

Bad B came round for a talk, I know what she really warn do with that jaw

Might hit that bitch if I'm feeling bored

Or count them racks till my fingers sore

Won't stop till the kids on tour, till a cop a lambo and hear the engine roar

My young one's stuck up in the hood, ain't have a place to go

Got him a cutter, now he take it everywhere he go

I swear love it ain't a thing, with all these ratchet hoes

I do struggle fighting demons, I been facing ghosts

My young one's stuck up in the hood, ain't have a place to go

Got him a cutter, now he take it everywhere he go

I swear love it ain't a thing, with all these ratchet hoes

I do struggle fighting demons, I been facing ghosts